94 hp Diagon Alley

He touched his face, his glasses were gone.

A sound came to his ears from the unformed nothingness around him: the tiny thud of something flapping, swinging, struggling.The voice was pitiful, but at the same time made him feel very uncomfortable.

At this time, he only wished that he was wearing clothes.

As soon as this idea took shape in his mind, a robe appeared not far away.He took it and put it on: the robe was soft, clean, and warm.How strange that it just came out like that, the idea just occurred to him...

He stood up and looked around.Is he in a big room of Requirement?The more he looked, the more he found that there were many things to see.A huge dome of glass glistened in the sunlight high above his head.Maybe it's a palace.There was silence all around, only the weird crashing and whimpering sounds, coming from the nearby mist...

Harry turned slowly on the spot, and the surrounding scenery seemed to appear in front of his eyes.A large expanse of space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, above which is the clear glass dome.The hall was empty except for him, except—

He flinched.He saw the thing that made the sound.The shape of that thing is a naked child, curled up on the ground, the red skin is very rough, it looks like a layer of skin has been peeled off, lying shivering under a seat, discarded, and stuffed indiscriminately There, struggling to breathe.

Harry was terrified.Although the thing was small, weak, and injured, he didn't want to go near it.However, he moved over little by little, ready to withdraw at any time.Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn't have the guts to do so.He felt like a coward.He should have comforted it, but it repelled him.

"You can't help it."

Harry turned sharply to find Sirius Black walking towards him, straight-backed and brisk in his flowing, elegant dark blue robes.He was tall and handsome, much younger than when Harry had met him when he was fourteen.He walked slowly and effortlessly, with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

"Harry." He opened his arms. "You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let's go."

Sirius strode away from the red-skinned kid who lay there whimpering, and Harry followed in a daze.Sirius led the way to the two chairs that stood apart under the high, shiny roof, which Harry hadn't noticed earlier.Sirius sat down in one chair and Harry in the other, staring blankly into his godfather's face.The black curly hair, the handsome gray eyes, the casual, sly smile: everything was just as he remembered it, and yet...

"But you've grown smaller," said Harry. "I mean, it's different when you fall into the veil."

"Yes." Sirius said flatly. "A part of my soul has stepped into the realm of death."

"So... I'm dead too?"

"Ha," said the smile on Sirius's face, "that's a question, isn't it? On the whole, my dear boy, I don't think so."

The two looked at each other, and his godfather was still smiling, with a teasing expression on his face.

"No?" Harry asked.

"No," he said.

"But..." Harry instinctively touched the lightning-shaped scar with his hand.The scars seem to be gone. "But I should be dead - I didn't resist! I was going to let Voldemort kill me!"

"I think that's what changed the whole thing," said Sirius. "Dumbledore and I had quite a few fights about it." He shrugged. There's a way to end it all."

And then joy, like light, like fire, radiated from Sirius.

"Be more specific," said Harry.

"Actually you already know that," said Sirius.He twirled two thumbs. "You are as smart and brave as James."

"I let Voldemort kill me," said Harry.

"Yes," Sirius nodded, "Go on!"

"In this way, the part of his soul in my body..."

Sirius nodded his head even more vigorously, and with an encouraging smile on his face, he urged Harry to continue.

"...it disappeared?"

"Yes!" said the dark-haired wizard, "yes, he destroyed it. Your soul is complete and all your own, Harry."

"But……"

Harry turned his head to look at the injured little life trembling under the chair over there.

"What's that, Sirius?"

"It's something we can't do anything about." Sirius looked disgusted, "I strongly suggest you don't touch it."

"But if Voldemort used the Killing Curse," Harry asked again, "and no one died for me this time - how could I possibly be alive?"

"I think you know," said Sirius, "think back, and think of what Voldemort did out of ignorance, greed, and cruelty."

Harry thought.He let his eyes flick to the surrounding scenery.If it was a palace where they were sitting, it was a strange palace, with chairs here and there and railings.But apart from him, Sirius, and the little creature under the chair, there was no other living beings.Then, effortlessly, the answer came to his lips with ease.

"He took my blood," said Harry.

"Exactly!" whistled Sirius. "He took your blood and used it to reshape his flesh and blood! Your blood runs through his veins, and Harry, Lily's spell resides in both of you." ! As long as he does not die, your life will not end either!"

"As long as he lives . . . I live? But I thought . . . I thought . . . the other way around! I thought we'd both have to die, didn't I? Or was it really the same thing?"

The painful life behind him kept whimpering and colliding. Harry was disturbed and turned his head to look again.

"Do you really think we can't do something?"

"It doesn't help." Sirius was a little indifferent, "I'm even trying to control myself not to step on it."

"Then... tell me more about it," said Harry, and his godfather smiled.

"Harry, you are the seventh Horcrux he created unintentionally. He destabilized his own soul when he committed those horrible crimes - murdering Lily and James, and trying to kill a As a child, his soul was split. But less escaped from that house than he himself knew. Not only did he leave behind the child's body, but a part of himself is attached to you - the man who lived On the boy," said Sirius excitedly.

"It's a pity that he never understood, Harry! Voldemort never took the trouble to understand what he didn't value. About fairy tales, about love, loyalty and innocence, Voldemort knew nothing, nothing. In fact, they They all have a power that is stronger than him, a power that surpasses any magic, but he has never grasped this fact." Sirius stared into the distance, "Dumbledore told me these, just when you After the fourth grade came back from Little Hangleton. Of course, he also reminded me to face house-elves - I think I paid for it."

"Back to the point, at the time he took your blood, believing it would make him stronger. He ingested a small portion of the charm your mother left behind when she died for you. His body made Lily's sacrificial talisman not Perish, and as long as that spell lasts, you will not die, nor will Voldemort's last hope for himself."

Sirius smiled at Harry, who just stared blankly at him.

"Dumbledore knew it all along? You always-knew it too?"

"He guessed. But Dumbledore's guesses are usually not too far off." Sirius looked away. "But I've always been against the plan, Harry. No matter how likely Dumbledore judges that you won't be killed by him, it means absolute danger to me. I won't allow you to come to any harm." Then they sat in silence for what seemed like a long time, while the being behind them was still whimpering and shaking.

"I don't know if I can ask you, Sirius. Perhaps that's a better question for Dumbledore," Harry said, "like why did my wand beat the one that Voldemort borrowed?"

"You should really ask Dumbledore." Sirius showed a deflated expression for the first time.

"Give it a guess, then," said Harry, and Sirius laughed loudly.

"What you have to understand, Harry, is that Voldemort is a coward, but he is also extremely vain. If he understood the terrible power of Lily's sacrificial talisman, he might not dare to touch your blood... But if he can understand this At this point, it can't be Voldemort, and he won't kill people." Sirius taunted. "Voldemort intertwined your destinies more closely than any two wizards in history, and then he attacked you with a wand with the same core as yours. So, we all know , a very strange thing happened. Voldemort did not expect the reaction of the two wand cores, he had no idea that your wand cores were twins to his."

"He was more frightened than you that night, Harry. You have acknowledged, even embraced, the possibility of death in a way Voldemort could never have done. Your courage won, your wand defeated his. And At the same time, what happens between the two wands